Four divorced friends—Doris, Betty, Ruth, and Joan—met at their favorite bar in Arizona.
“To being single,” Doris said, raising her margarita. “I finally sleep in the middle of the bed.”
“I finally control the thermostat,” Betty added.
“I bought the white sofa my husband said we could never keep clean,” said Ruth.
Joan grinned. “Turns out the stain was him.”
They were still laughing when a handsome silver-haired cowboy approached.
“Ladies, I couldn’t help noticing you. Are any of you available?”
“All four,” Doris said. “But we’ve improved our screening process.”
“Fair enough.”
“Do you cook?” Betty asked.
“Best barbecue in the county.”
“Clean?” Ruth asked.
“My kitchen’s spotless.”
“Dance?” Doris asked.
“Until they turn the lights on.”
Joan lowered her glasses. “And can you take direction from a woman?”
The cowboy smiled. “For the right woman, absolutely.”
The four friends exchanged delighted looks.
“Well,” he said, straightening his hat, “which one of you gets to take me home?”
Joan pulled a pen from her purse.
“Let’s not rush the romance, sweetheart. First, give us a quote on cleaning all four houses.”
